After such a long time he still misses her.
Everything was going well. They had been dating for over three years when it happened. Plans for marriage were well advanced. He thought they were a perfect couple. Then, he came along. He was something of a socialite with a wealthy family behind him. He never lacked for anything and could have just about anything he set his heart on. He had swept her off her feet. One minute they were sharing a flat together and the next she was with him in his luxury apartment located in the high end of town. That was nearly a year ago. He had never met the man who stole his fiancée away from him, but he’d seen pictures of him from time to time in the local paper, with her on his arm, of course.
At the time, he had murderous thoughts about the man, even going to the lengths of purchasing a small bottle of poison on the black market. It was guaranteed to give a massive heart attack that would leave no traces. He would never get the chance to use it, of course, but it made him feel good to fantasise all the same. This he kept beside the barista coffee machine that he operated on a daily basis. Not that the likes of him would ever stoop so low as to frequent the café he worked in. This modest café was definitely not the sort of place he’d use.
Then came the day when he was proven wrong. It was a little after opening time and the morning rush was on in the café when he walked in. He recognised him instantly; expensive suit, freshly cut hair and a swagger that he couldn’t hide if he wanted to. He was with a dodgy looking guy that was probably a gangster. They had no doubt chosen this as a venue to discuss business in a part of town where neither would be recognised. Keeping well out of sight behind his machine, just in case, he listened intently when the girl took their orders.
He reached for the bottle.